CRAZED RABID KILLER COWS
a/n the two main characters in this story are based on me and someone who isn't actually from my school. But she's a good friend of mine, and who else would I include in a story called "crazed rabid killer cows"? Ah, me and picc, rampaging through the tfbc chat room, oh, lol.::hands reader the cow repellent:: Trust me, you'll need it.
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It was another fine day in Wauseon, Ohio. In fact, it was better than fine, it was a great day!! Why was it a great day? Well duh, we had band practice that evening. So about 5:45 I walked into our band room. I made sure to be plenty early, I was a section leader and wanted to set an example to my little group. I walked over to my locker and was pleased to meet my friend, Jay. We got out our instruments, my marching clarinet, Sally, and her piccolo, Zoe (yes, we named our instruments, you got a problem with that?). We then proceeded to sit down, her just in front of me. We were actually *both* section leaders, so we took attendance of our underlings as they wandered in while we talked about this, that, and anything else.
Eventually we somehow came onto the subject of cows. Don't ask me how, we have some weird conversations, me and Jay. We were arguing about what sound they made, Jay was dead certain that the classic "moo" was incorrect. Well I wasn't one to disagree, but we couldn't decide what the actual sound was. We were probably getting some really weird looks as we tried out different sounds, deciding that none were really accurate. Then, suddenly, we heard it.
Muuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrmm.
Muuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrmm.
"Hey, wow, that's it!!" cried Jay. Meanwhile, I turned around to see who had done such a good impression. But instead of a talented bandie, behind us, walking into the band room through the open doors, was a herd of cows. Yes, cows. As all the eyes in the room turned toward them, some people gasped, while others laughed. Me? I ran. I grabbed Sally, pulled Jay by the arm, and sought refuge in the music library. Why, you ask? I hate cows. They always show all these fluffy harmless things sweetly saying "mooo," but seeing them up close is a whole other story.
As it turns out, I was the smartest one in the room. We were soon to find out that these were no normal cows. Not at all. Pas du tout, mon ami. As you could probably already tell from the title of the story, they were crazed rabid killer cows. And I mean "killer" literally. They claimed their first victim right away. Since the door they came in was right near where the percussionists were gathering, it was, of course, one of them. I can't say anyone was really devastated to the loss of one snarky snare drummer, after all, no one liked Dan. But as soon as everyone witnessed this, they took my example and ran. Almost instantly the BD office, the practice rooms, the uniform room, and the library were full of people, and the main room held nothing but cows. Of course, it held Dan, too...but there was nothing to do about that. As the cows didn't seem to want to leave, we were all trapped. Trapped in cramped little nooks off of the band room, and we had no idea when we'd be able to get out.
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heh heh...this was inspired by happenings in the tfbc chat room...well i can't actually say when, because it's happened a few times, lol. but it's, of course, not done. i'll get the next chapter up soon. and no, i don't actually hate cows. i made that up. please reveiw...i probably won't post the next chapter 'til you do....
a/n the two main characters in this story are based on me and someone who isn't actually from my school. But she's a good friend of mine, and who else would I include in a story called "crazed rabid killer cows"? Ah, me and picc, rampaging through the tfbc chat room, oh, lol.::hands reader the cow repellent:: Trust me, you'll need it.
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It was another fine day in Wauseon, Ohio. In fact, it was better than fine, it was a great day!! Why was it a great day? Well duh, we had band practice that evening. So about 5:45 I walked into our band room. I made sure to be plenty early, I was a section leader and wanted to set an example to my little group. I walked over to my locker and was pleased to meet my friend, Jay. We got out our instruments, my marching clarinet, Sally, and her piccolo, Zoe (yes, we named our instruments, you got a problem with that?). We then proceeded to sit down, her just in front of me. We were actually *both* section leaders, so we took attendance of our underlings as they wandered in while we talked about this, that, and anything else.
Eventually we somehow came onto the subject of cows. Don't ask me how, we have some weird conversations, me and Jay. We were arguing about what sound they made, Jay was dead certain that the classic "moo" was incorrect. Well I wasn't one to disagree, but we couldn't decide what the actual sound was. We were probably getting some really weird looks as we tried out different sounds, deciding that none were really accurate. Then, suddenly, we heard it.
Muuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrmm.
Muuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrmm.
"Hey, wow, that's it!!" cried Jay. Meanwhile, I turned around to see who had done such a good impression. But instead of a talented bandie, behind us, walking into the band room through the open doors, was a herd of cows. Yes, cows. As all the eyes in the room turned toward them, some people gasped, while others laughed. Me? I ran. I grabbed Sally, pulled Jay by the arm, and sought refuge in the music library. Why, you ask? I hate cows. They always show all these fluffy harmless things sweetly saying "mooo," but seeing them up close is a whole other story.
As it turns out, I was the smartest one in the room. We were soon to find out that these were no normal cows. Not at all. Pas du tout, mon ami. As you could probably already tell from the title of the story, they were crazed rabid killer cows. And I mean "killer" literally. They claimed their first victim right away. Since the door they came in was right near where the percussionists were gathering, it was, of course, one of them. I can't say anyone was really devastated to the loss of one snarky snare drummer, after all, no one liked Dan. But as soon as everyone witnessed this, they took my example and ran. Almost instantly the BD office, the practice rooms, the uniform room, and the library were full of people, and the main room held nothing but cows. Of course, it held Dan, too...but there was nothing to do about that. As the cows didn't seem to want to leave, we were all trapped. Trapped in cramped little nooks off of the band room, and we had no idea when we'd be able to get out.
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heh heh...this was inspired by happenings in the tfbc chat room...well i can't actually say when, because it's happened a few times, lol. but it's, of course, not done. i'll get the next chapter up soon. and no, i don't actually hate cows. i made that up. please reveiw...i probably won't post the next chapter 'til you do....